“Her numbers were wrong.”
I expected my blood to run cold at the proof of her betrayal, but logic was ringing in my head. I never told her she couldn’t contact her friends. I was genuine when I said I hoped they would come to her rescue…
I also believed her when she said she wanted to be with me.
You fucking fool.
My eyes held hers as I handed her the phone, my thumb swiping across her swollen lips. Her sky-blue eyes dropped to the phone and up to me.
She was pleading for something I no longer had interest in giving her.
My jaw ticked as I nodded once, letting her know she could speak.
Might as fucking well.
At least this shit was entertaining, right?
“Hello,” she said after putting the call on speaker. I watched her in silence as all her promises vanished into thin air.
“Are you hurt?”
“No.”
“Are you safe?”
“Yes, Dean. What is it?” she pressed, crossing her legs, the towel riding up her thighs. Thighs t I had my head buried between last night.
I would miss the sex.
I would miss her.
“Does he have a gun to your head?” Dean asked.
Not a bad idea, but I couldn’t kill her even if I wanted to.
“Collin would never fucking hurt me, you brute,” she snapped, her eyes flaring with anger.
She was standing up for me, but it was a lost cause. She betrayed me.
He chuckled.The fucking bastard.
“She’s fine, baby girl,” he said, his voice muffled a bit.
My muscles tensed. Gwen was with him. My angel fisted the towel with her free hand.
“Is she alright?” Karina asked. This woman and her heart of light…a fucking drug that drew me in and made me lose sight of things that mattered.
Silence and then, “Kay, you got the numbers wrong.”
I watched as confusion masked her features. “What do you mean? There were eighty girls. That’s—” She looked up to me. “That’s the number I was given.”
No, angel…that’s the number you overheard whilestanding by my side.
“Can he hear me?” he asked, his voice stern.
“Yes,” she said.
“There are eighthundred—not eighty.”
